Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle Lyrics - Singles - Gym Class Heroes

Bartender, yeah, I hear your wise ass, give me a minute 

I'm trying to get this round over here 

What do you think I'm just working for you here? 

Actually will you, will you send a drink 

To the lady at the end of the bar? Yeah, that one right there 

Here you are, man 

Yeah, yeah, it's on me, tell her it's from Travie 

It's from this guy over here 

From the second she shimmied in 

I was intrigued by her essence 

And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt 

Simple and plain, I'm probably jumping the train 

But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt 

Hit the pause button, damn 

I don't even know this girl 

And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothings 

But that's a classic trait of a soft-spoken 

Heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe 

(Pussy) 

I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve 

But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up 

Wait a minute, hold up 

I think she caught me grillin', now I'm spillin' my drink 

(Don't look, don't look) 

I knew our feelings were in sync 

So now she gave me the wink 

The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary average Romeo 

A Cyrano de Bergerac 

(Shut the fuck up) 

In fact, I remember back in fifth grade 

I tried to read the book of love, but sadly 

The introduction didn't grab me 

So I left it on the shelf and kept moving 

Assuming that this planet rotates 

I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soul mate 

Who would've thought I would be pissy ass drunk 

When time came for collision 

So I made the decision to just keep my composure 

(Cool, cool) 

Until she started getting closer 

And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder 

And then I slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love 

The minute that she stepped in the door 

The type of girl, I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for 

To me, she equaled MC Squared 

And everything else was mathematics 

I never took the time to practice